I am so lame at blogging. I wish I was as good as my wonderful friend Ashlee, but alas, I am not. So from hence forth I will be better. Our lives were just getting boring too...
To begin we have been to Disneyland an asinine amount of times this year. First just Derek and I went in March. It was so nice to be there together. Our trip to Disneyland 2 years before prompted the marriage discussion and viola! Here we are all grown up and stuff.
Here is Derek with Captain Hook comparing mustaches. I missed Camden lots though and decided not to go on vacation without him again. Next we went in April for my birthday. Derek, Camden, Myself, and Talon Jean piled into our car, all of us with the stomach flu and went to Disneyland, the happiest place on Earth, and the cleanest place to dispose of your bodily waste. Just sayin'. Next is July, where my siblings, myself, Derek, and Camden surprised my mother by telling her we were going out to eat the day before her birthday, telling her lie after lie (I mean excuse after excuse) of why none of us would be able to come see her on her real birthday. When we get to her house to take her out for a cheap lunch we surprise her with the information that we are actually taking her to Disneyland for her birthday and she better go pack because we are leaving in 10 minutes. It was so fun hearing sputters of "No, what? Joking?" and us intensely looking at the clock and telling her she only had 8 more minutes before we were leaving her birthday behind-behind. Here is my mother getting to ride Peter Pan with her favorite and only grandchild Camden. Then in October we took the perilous journey to Disneyland with the whole (and by whole I mean most) of the Beach family. We all shared a house in Anaheim, just a few minutes from Disneyland, and spent the next 3 days together. Surprisingly we all survived. No injuries or fatalities, it was a Christmas miracle. So unfortunately we used our yearly miracle on that. Dont't be fooled. This is not all of us. That ends our Disneyland trips for a very long time. I have become the master of trips to Disneyland so these trips really cost us nothing. From a psychological stand point, I think we embarked on all of these trips because it was so nice to be able to actually go on trips and not worry if Derek should be around all of these people or can we afford to go? It was nice to do something for us. We also celebrated our baby's first birthday this year! I can't believe how big he has gotten! Or how curious he is. These days he is fascinated with looking down people's shirts. He's a Beach, no denying that. We also bought a house! Perfect time to buy if you can. We bought our house for half of what it was 2 years ago. Sad for the people before us but we do love our house. It's in Chandler and its older, doesn't look like much from the outside but its a huge lot. 1400 square foot house on an 11,000 square foot lot. Wild, I know. The inside has all tile and was kept up real nicely. Our mortgage is less than what most people I know are paying for rent (not to brag). If you can buy, now is the time. By the way, that hummer in the driveway is not ours, that's our realtor's. I am in school full time at ASU. Its so nice to be back in school. I have a full schedule of upper division English classes. I am so grateful to be back in school that I am giving it all I got. In fact, I have 100% in 2 of my classes, I didn't even think that was possible in college. I also have been working little by little on getting my floral business together. We also celebrated our 2 year anniversary on October 11th! I know, I know, you're looking at that picture wondering who those people are. Trust me, that's us. I'm all thin and Derek looks like he might have a hold on his hairiness. My current state of fluffiness means that we have Camden and that i'm too lazy to get rid any extra there is of me. And Derek thought chemo would take care of removing his hair for him but silly him, the dude didn't lose his hair through 9 months of chemo. Derek is doing okay. His cough has come back which is a problem. I am really sick of competing with cancer for my husband. We thought we were doing good, moving on with our lives but here comes cancer. The tumor in his chest on his windpipe is growing and that is why his cough is back. It's getting worse. We are still fighting insurance to get him back on. I have tried everything I can think of. We can't purchase our own insurance policy because he has a preexisiting condition. The new healthcare reform would have us spend $1000 a month on medical insurance, and AHCCCS says I make too much money, which is laughable. He needs a PET scan and no one will give him one unless we pay for it up front which is thousands of dollars that we just don't have. It's sickening to know that my husband isn't getting the medical care he needs because I make $36 over the income limit. It's also sad that he is getting punished because i'm working. I hate playing into this messed up system but i'm doing what I have to do so that he can get his treatments. I stopped working. The upside is that now my house is clean. Okay not really, but i'm trying. Okay not trying as much as just lifting a pile of paper, complaining that I can't find anything and then putting the papers back down. Our ward has been great and really helpful to us. One of the ladies in my ward who lives across the street was talking with us the other day. She said "I don't know how you guys do it. Whenever you talk about your situation you seem like it doesn't stress you out". We do seem that way sometimes. But its only because if we think about it, the despair is just a bit too consuming. Cancer can eat you up and spit you back out. I apologize for the sudden turn of this blog post. On the bright side we are happy and in love! Lately, I think of the couple of weeks before our wedding when we found out about Derek's cancer. We were heading into the temple to do an endowment session to ease our minds.
"You guys should just get married now?" Rochelle said.
"Want to?" I asked Derek.
"No you will regret it" he replied.
He has never been more wrong.